[He squirms a little, but definitely not enough to leave. His hands have somehow ended up on Yingxing’s chest as he braces himself to stay on his feet.]
Oh, you animal. [How he manages to look down with the most condescending expression ever while looking up at Yingxing through his lashes is a mystery.] Can’t control yourself? I could smell you from the outer courtyards.
[ once dan feng is in, yingxing kicks the door shut so hard it rattles in the frame. if that wasn't testament to his current mood and desperation, nothing will be - this little compound is his baby, okay?? ]
Do you ever shut up? [ he snarls, and pins dan feng to the now closed door. ] You've got a real bitchy mouth on you.
[Luckily he favors dark pants because that is a gush of slick between his legs. If he’s wearing a full set of red, lacy, bridal lingerie under his clothes, because he wasn’t lying when he said he’d smelled Yingxing from a block away - he just took a detour, because if nothing else, Dan Feng was a schemer - well.]
Only to those who deserve it. [It’s almost sweet, until Dan Feng smirks at him.] Poor, desperate little Yingxing, thinking he’s so chivalrous by locking himself away.
[ for all dan feng is mouthing off, yingxing can smell that surge of arousal on him, thick and cloying, and it's going right to his cock. for his own part, yingxing isn't wearing much - only a pair of trousers and a sleeveless top - but even still the heat under his skin is suffocating.
pushing his weight into him, yingxing slides his hands down dan feng's body, grabbing him by the ass to grind their hips together hard. ]
Keep mouthing off, I'll make you regret every word.
[He scoffs to cover the groan from the friction, and he lifts a hand to thread through Yingxing’s hair, mussing up the pin of it as he yanks. The smell of the sea surrounds them, but now it’s slowly edging sweeter - because they share a heart, of course one cycle will trigger the other.]
Can you? You think you can make me submit? You? You’re all bark - a slave to your instincts. No better than a dog.
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[ wtf like ripping out his heart wasn't metal as fuck, pls. anyway, dan feng's scent is growing richer, the ripe, sweet smell of a burgeoning heat accompanying his arousal. blood surges south, and yingxing shoves forward with force enough to make the wood groan as he clamps tooth and fang down on dan feng's throat.
his hands are moving again, grabbing the waistband of dan feng's trousers and yanking down hard, tail lashing. ]
[He sags against the door, nails digging into Yingxing’s scalp as he moans out a breathless laugh. His other hand grabs at one of Yingxing’s wrists, but not enough to stop him - and Dan Feng’s wearing stockings and suspenders, framing panties with the exact shade of Yingxing’s earrings; the insides of his thighs are already shiny with slick.]
[ he can't see with his face buried, but he can feel the lace, the soft silk stockings - yingxing pulls back and glances downward, pausing as he stares openly at dan feng's beautiful long legs, and the soft panties already moistened through. ]
Fuck -
[ the shirt goes next, yingxing's hands greedy as he tugs it impatiently over dan feng's head. ]
[He’s wearing a matching bralette, too, little more than sheer cups of lace that hide absolutely nothing. Dan Feng’s smile is wicked, lip catching on a fang, and he laughs outright at Yingxing’s expression.]
[ yingxing doesn't have the proper brain right now to appreciate dan feng in words. all he can do is stare, taking in the sight of him. the meaning.
and then he's surging forward, crouching for a moment to hook his arms beneath dan feng's thighs and, in a great show of strength, hauling him upward, long legs over yingxing's shoulders as he stands again, dan feng's weight pushed back against the top of the door.
without hesitation, he bullies forward, pressing his hot, open mouth over those thin panties, breathing in the scent of dan feng's slick, lapping at it through soft silk. ]
[He scrambles for purchase on the door and in Yingxing’s hair, and he’s not prepared for how good that mouth would feel over his vent, just the barest touch, not even on bare skin and Dan Feng thinks his eyes roll back. One cock is already straining against the lace and he digs a silk-clad heel against Yingxing’s shoulder.]
W-wait - [He’s falling into heat, fast, and he needs more time to piss Yingxing the fuck off, wait, this is his fault, asshole-] Put me down!
[ yingxing does not wait. he also does not put dan feng down.
instead he keeps at exactly what he is doing, his face buried between those soft thighs, mouth moving over the shape of one straining cock before he's shoving the crotch of dan feng's panties aside with his nose so he can get right to the source. his tongue arches, sliding firmly through the wet folds of his vent, the taste of his slick enough to make yingxing groan and rut his hips forward against nothing. ]
[It doesn't take long, or much effort at all, before Dan Feng's thighs lock tight around Yingxing's ears, one arm bracing around his shoulders, and his other hand wrapping tight around the base of one horn. His slick has taken on the sweet-salt of Vidyaharan heat, a vestigial signifier of fertility, and there's so much of it that it's dripping out of him.]
Bastard- [He hisses, digging claws into skin as he comes, red with embarrassment, on Yingxing's mouth.]
[ fuck - dan feng comes liberally, all but gushing against his lips, briny and hot, and yingxing groans against him and laps it up eagerly, his tongue delving deep to coax even more still. it rolls in gleaming droplets down his throat, the sting of dan feng's claws grounding him.
but only barely. yingxing loosens his grasp, allowing dan feng to slide back down into his arms, but he is nowhere near finished. without missing a beat he yanks dan feng toward his bed, all but throwing him down onto it if dan feng doesn't squirm away. ]
[Unfortunately for him- Dan Feng does squirm away, up against his pillows, leaving dark spots of slick on his sheets as he tumbles across the mattress to stand at the other side of the bed. Across Yingxing.]
Slow. [He flicks a look at the bulge between Yingxing's legs. There isn't much space to play keep-away in this room, but Dan Feng is going to make Yingxing work for it anyway.]
What are you doing? [ he hisses through his fangs, dan feng's slick still shining as yingxing makes a sharp, quick lunge toward him, trying to crowd him into the corner. ] We both know what you want.
[ HOLD STILL, WTF. yingxing growls and stands his ground, waiting as patiently as he can for dan feng's next move, eyes trained on him like a predator. ]
You want me to chase you down and earn it. Run, then. I'll even give you a head start.
[He gracefully edges towards Yingxing's coat where it's draped over the chair next to him, and swipes it, and tucks himself into it. Draped over his shoulders, the coat nearly swallows him, and Dan Feng makes a show of turning his face into the collar and inhaling.
This does not go well for him; the spike of arousal floods the room further with sea-brine, and drops of slick darken the wood between his legs. But Dan Feng is nothing but stubborn, so he tucks the coat around himself and
Dashes for the door of his room, because now he's too horny to care if anyone sees the two of them playing with each other.]
[ off dan feng scurries, and despite the primordial urge to immediately give chase, he keeps his word. lets dan feng run off a bit. get his head start. yingxing counts to ten.
and then he's moving, sprinting after the heat-scent dan feng left behind, tail whipping behind him, claws all but gouging the wood as he streaks around the courtyard. he'll be upset about that after his rut passes. ]
[He'll be able to hear Dan Feng's laughter on the wind as he bolts away through the corridors of the compound, and without warning he leaps up onto one of the rooftops, balancing on one of the unfinished support poles with all the grace of a dancer and trailing the scent of a whore. He pauses there, looking behind him to judge how far apart they are.
Surely Yingxing would have trouble coming up here, he's never known the other man to be particularly nimble enough to catch him--]
[ hey wow you're talking to the single most dexterous man on the luofu thanks!! but even still, he has much more weight to him than dan feng does, which means he can't move the way dan feng can. but he should not underestimate a beast in rut.
when yingxing catches up, he slows, his eyes flicking up to where dan feng perches like a crane, elegant still, despite that feverish scent. yingxing hums, as if he's been had - then slams his shoulder into the pole hard enough to make it tip. ]
[He yelps, and promptly forgets doesn't need anything to stand on to stay where he is; he loses his balance and falls down, coat rippling behind him, directly where Yingxing is probably waiting for him.]
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[ except yingxing is doing the opposite thing. with a low growl in his chest, he seizes dan feng by the waist to yank him inside. ]
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Oh, you animal. [How he manages to look down with the most condescending expression ever while looking up at Yingxing through his lashes is a mystery.] Can’t control yourself? I could smell you from the outer courtyards.
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Do you ever shut up? [ he snarls, and pins dan feng to the now closed door. ] You've got a real bitchy mouth on you.
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Only to those who deserve it. [It’s almost sweet, until Dan Feng smirks at him.] Poor, desperate little Yingxing, thinking he’s so chivalrous by locking himself away.
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pushing his weight into him, yingxing slides his hands down dan feng's body, grabbing him by the ass to grind their hips together hard. ]
Keep mouthing off, I'll make you regret every word.
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Can you? You think you can make me submit? You? You’re all bark - a slave to your instincts. No better than a dog.
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[ wtf like ripping out his heart wasn't metal as fuck, pls. anyway, dan feng's scent is growing richer, the ripe, sweet smell of a burgeoning heat accompanying his arousal. blood surges south, and yingxing shoves forward with force enough to make the wood groan as he clamps tooth and fang down on dan feng's throat.
his hands are moving again, grabbing the waistband of dan feng's trousers and yanking down hard, tail lashing. ]
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[He sags against the door, nails digging into Yingxing’s scalp as he moans out a breathless laugh. His other hand grabs at one of Yingxing’s wrists, but not enough to stop him - and Dan Feng’s wearing stockings and suspenders, framing panties with the exact shade of Yingxing’s earrings; the insides of his thighs are already shiny with slick.]
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Fuck -
[ the shirt goes next, yingxing's hands greedy as he tugs it impatiently over dan feng's head. ]
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Like what you see?
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and then he's surging forward, crouching for a moment to hook his arms beneath dan feng's thighs and, in a great show of strength, hauling him upward, long legs over yingxing's shoulders as he stands again, dan feng's weight pushed back against the top of the door.
without hesitation, he bullies forward, pressing his hot, open mouth over those thin panties, breathing in the scent of dan feng's slick, lapping at it through soft silk. ]
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[He scrambles for purchase on the door and in Yingxing’s hair, and he’s not prepared for how good that mouth would feel over his vent, just the barest touch, not even on bare skin and Dan Feng thinks his eyes roll back. One cock is already straining against the lace and he digs a silk-clad heel against Yingxing’s shoulder.]
W-wait - [He’s falling into heat, fast, and he needs more time to piss Yingxing the fuck off, wait, this is his fault, asshole-] Put me down!
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instead he keeps at exactly what he is doing, his face buried between those soft thighs, mouth moving over the shape of one straining cock before he's shoving the crotch of dan feng's panties aside with his nose so he can get right to the source. his tongue arches, sliding firmly through the wet folds of his vent, the taste of his slick enough to make yingxing groan and rut his hips forward against nothing. ]
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Bastard- [He hisses, digging claws into skin as he comes, red with embarrassment, on Yingxing's mouth.]
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but only barely. yingxing loosens his grasp, allowing dan feng to slide back down into his arms, but he is nowhere near finished. without missing a beat he yanks dan feng toward his bed, all but throwing him down onto it if dan feng doesn't squirm away. ]
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Slow. [He flicks a look at the bulge between Yingxing's legs. There isn't much space to play keep-away in this room, but Dan Feng is going to make Yingxing work for it anyway.]
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What are you doing? [ he hisses through his fangs, dan feng's slick still shining as yingxing makes a sharp, quick lunge toward him, trying to crowd him into the corner. ] We both know what you want.
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What do you think I want? To be held down and bred, husband?
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[ HOLD STILL, WTF. yingxing growls and stands his ground, waiting as patiently as he can for dan feng's next move, eyes trained on him like a predator. ]
You want me to chase you down and earn it. Run, then. I'll even give you a head start.
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This does not go well for him; the spike of arousal floods the room further with sea-brine, and drops of slick darken the wood between his legs. But Dan Feng is nothing but stubborn, so he tucks the coat around himself and
Dashes for the door of his room, because now he's too horny to care if anyone sees the two of them playing with each other.]
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and then he's moving, sprinting after the heat-scent dan feng left behind, tail whipping behind him, claws all but gouging the wood as he streaks around the courtyard. he'll be upset about that after his rut passes. ]
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Surely Yingxing would have trouble coming up here, he's never known the other man to be particularly nimble enough to catch him--]
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when yingxing catches up, he slows, his eyes flicking up to where dan feng perches like a crane, elegant still, despite that feverish scent. yingxing hums, as if he's been had - then slams his shoulder into the pole hard enough to make it tip. ]
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before sprinting immediately into the trees. ]
Too easy. [ he says, and sets dan feng on his feet. ] Run.
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